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Broken Flash Drive = Broken Dreams

6 Mar


“We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.”
―Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt

This is how I feel. Broken. For the past few months, I’ve been on this roller coaster of life feeling complete and then broken all of again. It’s one scenario after the next and it’s NEVERending! It all started two weeks ago, when everything was going perfectly.


I had finally finished my film shoots and could work on editing for the film festival!


Valentine’s Day (although I was single) went fabulously and had finally passed. Let me tell how obnoxious V-Day is on a college campus…nahhh


And, new project ideas were filing my head faster than I could speak them into Professor Mac to expand upon later.

It was a Tuesday night. I sat down at an empty table in the midst of my university colleagues (who were watching the Amazing Spiderman–one of my favorite 2012 movies. Shout out to the hot and amazingly talented Andrew Garfield! 😉 I turned on Professor Mac (If you don’t know by now, that’s my Macbook Pro I got for Christmas), opened my writing system, inserted my flash drive, the light glowed….the light went away….Professor Mac was confused and didn’t recognize my flash drive.


Now, two years ago when this happened to me, I freakin’ panicked!!!!! But this time, I didn’t see it as a big deal. i tried again…and again…and nothing. I honestly didn’t start panicking until now–weeks later–after speaking to some data recovery people and they pitched prices to repair it for me…


Presently, I’m hoping that a nerd friend of mine will be happy and willing to repair it for half the price I’ve been hearing. I at least want this darn thing to work for two hours so I can get all of my books off of it! That’s all I ask!


Oh lawd why me! If anyone has any suggestions, that would be fantastic…Idk how this is gonna play out, but hopefully I’ll experience some kind of miracle or gain an insightful moral from this depressing situation. I really don’t wanna type these stories all over again 😦

–Joni Juelissa ❤


New Projects, New Attitude

11 Jan
vv The tiger: Will somebody come look at this?! Look at this! vv
There’s a lot I plan on accomplishing this year. But I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever get any of it done. For instance, I’d love some new blog followers, BUT I never really have time to blog with my schedule (Otherwise, I’d probably blog like every other hour; life has a way of becoming a story the second my fingers hit the keyboard).

Then, there’s the masquerade ball coming up at school. Now, being a senior and all this is a big deal for me! It’s my pretty much my last opportunity to admit things–like crushes. But why do that? I’m a girl! THEY–those darn boys–should be doing the asking. Then…

The announcement blared the worst for my anxiety’s sake: Leap year. And what do leap years involve?

Sadie Hawkins. Darn that girl…if she ever really existed. (She didn’t, according to Wikipedia (which I DON’T use, of course not!…It’s based off an American pseudo-holiday due to an old comic strip, apparently?)

On my writer’s side of life (I know that makes no sense just keep reading), I’m getting new projects like crazy! I can’t wait to post one in the future for you guys–for whomever is actually reading this and not just accidentally clicking here…hahaha?
But you’ll have to wait for now…or head over to and look up Joni Juelissa. That’s right ! I’m there! And I have followers, which is a great fact to know as a writer!
#Joni Juelissa ❤

Shots and Diaries

23 Dec

Nostalgia. I like the word and the memories it upbrings. And being me that always means humorous memories. For those of you blog-hards who don’t know what nostalgia is it’s basically when you desire to return back to a past time in your life. For example, watching Teenick’s late night 90’s TV special and wishing you were seven years old again while doing scholarship essays. (I’ve been doing this all Winter break so far.)


It’s pretty easy to be overtaken in an nostalgic moment. I always find myself going back into my old diaries. (I’ve gone from being in love with That’s So Raven and Lil’ Romeo to Ridiculousness and Hot Hot Heat; how times have changed me.) But to be honest, I’m glad these moments can still happen. I constantly have nightmares about waking up one morning and no old cartoons like As Told By Ginger…. and Teen Titans [which btw AREN’T played anymore 😦 ] can be found to reminisce back on. Speaking of which, let me just say how sorry I am for the future generations. I’ve seen some of these new cartoons (I won’t name any names…for now) and it makes me wanna cry. It makes me want to find the writers and yell, “You know what wholesome humor is! You were brought up watching them! Why are you doing this to us?!”

On the other hand, guess who got their college shots recently? Yep. This girl. I’ve been lucky and have never had the chicken pow before, but still I find myself with a burning arm from a chicken pox vaccination shot. Why and me?

#Joni Juelissa ❤

Followers and Rejections

23 Dec

I keep wondering when my life will get any easier. Maybe it’ll be when I leave for college, maybe when I actually find a guy worth my time, maybe when some awesome-understanding literary agent wants to tell me more than just: Great idea…but I pass. Good luck though.


I’m frustrated, yes, but I have a reason to be. And don’t worry it ends here; I don’t wanna be one of those ridiculous high-on-teen-angst bloggers (if there’s any, I said that for comedic relief).

Alright, followers and rejections……


When I say followers, I mean your friends and those awesome strangers who care about the thoughts of someone they’ve never even met before. It means a lot; especially to someone who needs to vent after a low day. Therefore, those guys (or girls, for the feminists out there) are freakin’ awesome!

When I say rejections, I don’t mean JUST the two sucky letters I’ve received in the past two months from agents who I wanted to represent my first book, (that’s right, I’m getting published soon!). I also mean college rejections and relationship rejections. (Which, ironically enough, I shouldn’t blog about because I’m usually the dumpee).

An epiphany came to me this morning as I woke up all giddy and excited (boy, would I get a rude awakening later): querying literary agents is EXACTLY like applying to colleges. Don’t believe me, let’s dissect the processes:

BOTH must be applied for.

BOTH accept based on qualities (writing style, idea vs. GPA, SAT scores)


BOTH wish you best of luck after rejecting you (Well, actually I’m not entirely sure of that part because I’ve been accepted to every college I applied for).

Anyhoo, it seems this fury of mine ain’t (yes, I’m using this word even though I’m from Queens and ain’t isn’t a word. Screw you, dictionary, because no matter what you say AIN”T is NOT a word) going away.

When I look back on this, I’m probably gonna laugh, but for now.

#Joni Juelissa ❤

Is Music Dying A Slow, Fist Pumping Death?

19 Dec

What’s it been two weeks?!?! Really sorry guys, the Christmas season takes a lot of time away from musicians/writers/students. Seriously. It’s ridiculous.

Now on with the blog:

Let’s talk music. I love it all from Hip-Hop to Indie (which is my favorite actually) to Alternative to you get the point…but some of this mainstream music (ahem, Pop) is starting to kill a sista.


(if you can’t see it)

Literally, I was just looking at the new Now That’s What I Call Music whatever year they’re on now commercial and every unz-unz in every song sounded the same! I’m musically inclined so my first instinct was to start clapping to see if the beat stayed the same and guess what I found?!…but I digress.

My point in writing this blog isn’t to start bashing Jersey Shore (no matter how bad I truly want to), my point is to discuss mainstream music in general. Why is it that genres like Indie and Punk Rock aren’t played as often on the radio now? Music with meaningful lyrics? (Lyrics other than the kind advertising the “making babies” process and drugs?) Whatever happened to head banging, hair swinging bands like Green Day and groups like Outkast being played on the radio to dance crazy to? And how in the world did we go from thinking dancing free but on beat was cool to pumping our fists in place and grinding on guys?

So, here’s my generation cry out letter.

Dear Generation X,Y,and possibly Z,

Youtube it up! Find that musical genius that’s gonna save us from thinking up more dance moves that’ll have us regretting our nights out.

#Joni Juelissa ❤

The Talk

6 Dec

When you have The Talk with my parents, three things are bound to happen:

1. You WILL cry
2. You WILL laugh and
3. You WILL (somehow consensually) confess something you swore you never would.

I don’t know how; they’re like priests or something. I’m just waiting for their confessions of once being a part of the Catholic faith. I mean, they’ve broken people I didn’t think even had feelings…I’ll have to leave the name of that person anonymous.

 <— in case, you can’t see the caption: made even more awkward with the book.

Most of the time, The Talk isn’t even about sex. (except that one time, but I’ll blog about that later). For the most part, it’s about life. They’re based on things I say when I’m pissed off.

What if I don’t wanna go to college?!

…Is it really that wrong to laugh at dirty jokes? (I’m talking racist and sexist here, guys. I have the honor of fitting into both categories. yay!?!?)

What’s wrong with saying douchebag?! <<(This one’s a constant)

You get the point.

 I’m honestly not a cat person at all, but I’ve been posting cat pictures all day…my Jewish friends may be persuading me…Oh. No.

Well, if you’ve had The Talk (you know, that one that was so awkward, or so hilarious–this one’s preferable) or just A Talk (one worth reading on a Monday at 7:40 something-ish at night.) Post back!

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